But, I knew that what I wanted was wrong.
This milk wasn’t mine to gulp greedily down.
This milk belonged to a baby – I was stealing milk from a baby.
If I kept slurping down all her rich breast milk, Sheena’s baby might go hungry tonight. So, reluctantly, I lifted my mouth from her still dripping breast and wiped away the trickle of milk that slid down my chin. I licked its creamy goodness from my finger.
“You don’t like the taste of my milk?” Sheena teased as she twisted up the corners of her pouty lips. The smirk on her face told me she already knew what my answer would be. But, she was clearly having fun torturing the poor man drooling in front of her by asking the question anyway.
“Yes, I mean, no, I love the taste of your milk. Your milk tastes—” I searched for the best word to describe her creamy bounty. “Your milk tastes delectable.”
Sheena almost spit in my face, she laughed so hard. “So, I’m delectable am I? Here, have another taste of my—delectable milk.”
She reached up and unfastened the lacey cup from in front of her other breast. I never realized that bra cups unhooked in this way, and the new knowledge that invaded my brain fascinated me.
I watched as the decorative, but strong lace cup fell away from her breast, along with a small white pillow. “Here, hold this,” she said as she first caught the falling pillow in her fist and then handed it to me. When I inspected it carefully, I saw it held a small pool of breast milk inside of it. I thought about lapping at the tiny white circle but then thought better of it.
She wrapped one hand firmly around her breast. With her thumb sitting atop of her perfect pink areola, she squeezed as she slid her strong digit down toward her nipple. My mouth watered at the sight.
“I shouldn’t drink any more of your milk. Your baby needs it more than I do,” I blurted out even though I was thirsty for more of her cream.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sheena dismissed my concerns. “My daughter’s not a baby anymore, and she barely even takes to the breast. She’s all about her cookies now.”
“O-kay,” I breathed a sigh of relief as my mouth began to water more fiercely, its thirst increasing for her milk.
“This milk is all for you, baby,” she crooned down at me. “Now open your mouth wide so mama can squirt some yummy cream between your lips.”
My cock twitched in my pants as I opened my mouth, stretching the corners as widely as I could. I wanted to make sure the full spray landed on my tongue. I didn’t want to lose a single drop of her delectable cream.
Ding! The elevator bell sounded, and the imposing metal structure made a loud clanging sound.
“Don’t you dare turn your head or close your mouth,” Sheena commanded, and I reluctantly obeyed, keeping my face forward and my mouth stretched open to its limit.
Thud. The old elevator made another loud sound, and I knew its doors could open at any moment.
As I held my mouth open, my entire chest lurched forward, and the rapid beating of my heart felt like it came to a sudden and complete stop. The entire surface of my face burned fire hot.
“Ahhh,” I gargled as Sheena’s wide spray of warm creamy milk first hit the back of my throat and then my tongue and lips. Thick droplets dripped down my chin.
“Swallow it all baby,” she instructed. “And don’t you dare close your mouth. Gargle that cream down if you have to.”
I gargled as more sprays of creamy milk hit the back of my throat. And I swallowed willingly as I strained my eyes to look at the elevator doors.
“Good boy,” Sheena’s voice was bright and giddy with her power over me. “Now take mama’s tit in your mouth and suck. Don’t spill a drop. Suck mama’s delectable milk down that handsome throat of yours. Fill your belly up. You deserve this.”
I felt a trickle of pre-cum leak out the tip of my cock as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around her milky pink nipple. My cock twitched again as I thought about the two of us spending a night together -- her delivering orders and me obeying them.
So this is how the rest of my life is going to be – my wife barking commands at me while I drink down milk from her tits.
I knew she was comfortable with issuing commands. During our dermatology wound care sessions together, she was always exacting about how I position my arm for my treatments.
But I never guessed Sheena was this strict and commanding out of her professional setting. I never guessed my lady was this naturally dominant.
I don’t know if my pride likes her rough treatment of me, but my cock sure does. My cock fucking loves the way she’s making me do exactly what I’ve always longed to do. I hope we do more of this, later – but, in private. Because, oh god, those elevator doors are about to open, and all hell’s going to break loose if it’s her father who's standing inside that big metal box.
Ding! The ancient elevator sounded again, and the doors spread apart slowly.
The metal doors opened, and the wide eyes of an ash-blonde haired woman revealed themselves. Oh god, it’s Becca! – Sheena’s best friend.
I was humiliated, but I refused to run away. Instead, I continued enthusiastically to suckle and swallow down my lady’s delicious milk. I relaxed my jaw and focused on coordinating the sucking motion of my cheeks and tongue with the gulping swallows of my throat.
I accepted the fact that my lady wanted to breastfeed me publically. Almost contentedly, I leaned my lips into the soft pillows of Sheena’s breasts and swallowed my meal. Gulp after delectable gulp I sucked down her sweet cream and filled up my belly as instructed.
And with each new gulp, my cock hardened and pulsed in my pants, threatening to blow its load.
“Don’t cum yet,” Sheena instructed, sensing how close I was to ejaculation. “You don’t want to soil your jeans – plus I haven’t given you permission to cum.”
What the hell? I wanted to shout. Now I needed Sheena’s permission to humiliate myself by cumming in my pants? My lady was taking her domination of me too far.
But, my cock disagreed with my pride’s furor.
“Oh, god, no!” I dropped Sheena’s breast from my mouth and screamed into the air as my balls tightened and lifted.
Uncontrollably, my dick jumped up against the seam of my jeans then shot out several massive blasts of hot sticky cum – cum that immediately began to drip down the inside of my thigh.
My climax peaked quickly. After my cock had finished throbbing and the sticky remnants of my humiliation had dripped their way down to the inside of my boot, my heart started up it's beating again. It was now trotting along at a surprisingly controlled gallop.
“Sorry to disturb you, Sheena,” Becca interrupted my grimacing at the slimy sensation of cum sloshing around the inside of my boot. “But, you wanted me to come and get you when our lunch break was over. Lunch is over in five minutes.”
“Thanks, Becca,” Sheena turned her face toward her friend and waved cordially with one hand while stroking the rough stubble at the bottom angle of my jaw with the other.
“I’m just going to feed Wesley a few more squirts of my milk. I’ll be downstairs in three minutes. Thanks for guarding the elevator for me.”
“You’re welcome...anytime,” Becca replied, tilting her head to the side and twisting her lips into a satisfied grin.
“Open wide,” Sheena commanded, addressing me again. And despite my embarrassment, I eagerly obeyed her instruction. Willingly, I stretched my mouth open and jutted out my tongue.
For several seconds, my tongue hung from my mouth wagging, begging for another taste of her cream. At that moment, I wanted my lady’s milk to shoot inside my mouth more than anything I’d ever wanted before.
I needed it. I needed my dominant lady to express one last warm, delectable spray of her cream inside my mouth before she left me to return to work.
"Good boy," She complimented me. And just like she had before, she wrapped one hand around her full round tit and squeezed. A warm spray of breast milk s
hot out of her peaked nipple.
But this time, she lifted and shook her tit and sprayed her milky stream across my forehead, down the length of my nose, across my cheeks and then pumped the last sticky drops between my lips.
Mmmm…delectable. I swallowed the warm coating of milk on my tongue then licked off the droplets of cream that clung to my lips.
“More please,” I begged.
Thank you for reading!
Taboo 4
Taboo: Brat/Backdoor/DDlg
Chapter 1
“Sushi! OMG! It’s sushi! I love sushi!” Sissy squealed her excitement then moaned as she ripped open the plastic top of the supermarket sushi container and shoved three prawn covered rice balls into her mouth.
That was the moment I knew life on the streets had gotten truly desperate for us. My best friend and former foster sister was having an oral orgasm over day old dumpster dived sushi.
She chewed open mouthed. Small pieces of white rice spilled from her overstuffed lips as she shoveled in more and more of the fishy snacks. Her mouth gaped open with delight as she shoved three more styrofoam packages of sushi into her shopping bag.
Thank goodness the stuff was the pre-cooked supermarket variety. As old as this stuff looked, if it was raw, I’d be in for an evening of holding back my best friend’s hair while she vomited onto the sidewalk.
Suddenly feeling sorry for myself, I looked down at the contents of my own shopping bag. I shifted open the wide mouthed fabric bag on my shoulder and stuck my hand inside. With downcast eyes I pawed through the collection of too-soft fruit and day old sandwiches that would comprise my meals for the weekend. I wept. Tears toppled down my cheeks as I caressed each precious item of food.
My sobs were tears of joy and suffering. Until we’d discovered how to unlock this grocery store dumpster last year, Tina and I had spent months fighting off our ravenous hunger pains. We’d seldom eaten, because we were forced to reign in our spending. Food was not a priority. Our priority was paying for college. By half starving ourselves, we did what we needed to do to accomplish our goals. We focused on what was important – our futures.
We’d gambled big. We’d used the last of our government money to pay for our school books and supplies. College would pay off – we knew it would. With the prizes of our education we were both sure we’d win the game of life and earn our happy futures.
Damn college fees. Until now, I thought we were making a good bet attending school. But, as I stand here, feeling lucky to be able to dig through a dumpster for food, I’m not so sure we’ve made the right choice. Semester after semester the greedy college had kept raising the fees on the non-tuition essentials we needed to buy to attend classes.
The non-essential costs, as they called them, were up 400% for this, our final semester. Who could afford the constantly rising fees? Not us. Thank goodness we were almost done with school.
With college greedily sucking our bank accounts dry, our financial status had taken a turn for the worse. Now that we were on the cusp of graduation, we couldn’t even afford to pay for the essentials, like food and rent. Damn college. They’ve penny nickeled us into poverty.
I just hope we can survive for the next three months until we graduate. Once we have our nursing degrees in hand, we can go to work and everything will be better – so much better.
For years, we’d planned to make our college journey a success. Sis and I, even took advanced placement classes when we were still in high school so we could graduate college in record time and avoid much of the cost of attending school. But college had hidden costs we didn’t anticipate. Hidden costs. They were everywhere.
My tears flowed down my hot and reddened cheeks again like rain.
“Don’t cry, Tina,” Sissy stopped bagging her groceries and her eyes gazed into mine with a desperate plea. “If you cry, I’ll start crying too. We can’t afford to waste time weeping. We need to pack up our food and get back home to the medical clinics.”
Chapter 2
Sis and I ran home. We weren’t actually going to a house, or an apartment, or anything approaching what might normally be thought of as an abode. We were running toward an old, tall, brick office building near campus. It was an eighteen story high rise that housed over one hundred and fifty individual medical office suites.
We strode through the wide open doors of the medical facility unmolested. We belonged here. We were part of the building’s night shift cleaning staff. Sis was a genius. It had been her brilliant idea to find work as part-time cleaning ladies. She was right when she’d said we could crash here in one of the medical suites every weekend – rent free.
“Hi, Brad. Hi, Chad,” Sis licked her lips and waved at the well-muscled twin guards as we walked toward the front lobby security station. Bradley looked away from his monitors and stretched his mouth open in greeting. His usual wide toothy grin shone brightly for Sis as she sauntered closer.
Chad kept his eyes locked on the security footage as usual, lifting one hand limply to wave and acknowledge us as we walked by. “Have a good shift, ladies,” he called out as we passed.
“Bye daddy,” Sis giggled then bit her lip after crossing the security station.
“See ya later baby girl,” Bradley promised. “Enjoy yourself, Tina.”
‘Enjoy myself.’ I blushed. Damn Sissy. She must have told her pervert boyfriend all about what I do when I’m alone inside Dr. Hart’s secret playroom. The two lovebirds probably had a good laugh about it. I lowered my head, humiliated.
“Yeah, enjoy yourself, baby girl,” My face burned hot and my chest thumped against my ribcage at hearing the chuckle roll from the back of usually solemn Chad’s throat. Instinctively I knew his words weren’t directed at Sissy. They were meant for me. I raced toward the elevator, hoping to outrun my shame.
A stern glower darkened my features as the elevator doors slammed shut.
“I never told Brad or his brother about your little diaper fetish,” Sissy held up her hands revealing her bare palms to me. She blinked her long lashes then settled into an innocent doe-eyed gaze.
“If you didn’t tell them, who did?” I barked.
“You told them sweetie.”
“Lies. I never said anything. Never in a million years would I tell anyone— about – about how I like to play dress up.”
“I’m sorry, but you did honey. Two weeks ago, one of those pretty pink diapers you like to steal from Dr. Hart’s office dropped out of your bag. It was one of the really cute ones with pictures of the cuddly pandas on the front. When Chad asked me about it, I tried to laugh it off.”
“You two laughed at me? How could you?—”
“No sweetie. I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing to play off your stealing like it was no big deal. Only, your stealing is a big deal – a really big deal. Those diapers weren’t yours to take.”
“I just took a few adult diapers,” I shifted my weight and slammed one hand on my hip. “You act like I stole expensive medical equipment or something.”
“Look Tina, I’ve covered up your clepto ways for too long. I refuse to do it any longer. Stop stealing!” Sissy wagged her finger in front of my face.
“How about I just take a little less?” I tried to negotiate with her, unwilling to give up the sweet comfy diapers that made me feel so warm and protected during this trying time in our lives. The struggle to survive was so harrowing now that I needed the plush comfort those diapers gave me. I couldn’t give them up. No. I refused to give them up. “I’ll only take one diaper a week from now on. I promise.”
“No. No more stealing!” Sissy shook her finger in front of my nose again like a stern mama. “Brad’s being nice about it, but your thieving could get us all in serious trouble. I had to promise to have a talk with you and make you stop taking things. If you ever get caught stealing we could all be fired. You, me, Brad and Chad.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen,” I shook my head and tried to pretend I was brave and fearless. “If I get ca
ught, I’ll take all the blame. I’ll say you guys never knew about any of it. I’ll take my punishment like a big girl.”
“Huh, like a big girl? I bet you’d like that,” Sissy snorted as the elevator opened onto the basement locker room and we both walked into the empty space.
“What does that mean?” I huffed back.
“Never mind. Just try and be a good girl…please,” Sissy twirled one of my long wavy brown hairs in her hand and bent forward to kiss me on the forehead. “I love you and I worry about you sweetie. The things you want are going to get you into trouble. Someday life’s going to spank you hard – and you’re not going to like it.”
I grinned sheepishly and planted a kiss on the side of Sissy’s soft cheek. If she only knew how desperately I wanted to be spanked she’d be the one blushing right now. Secretly I wished the handsome Dr. Hart would be waiting for me up in his special gynecology clinic when I got up there. I longed for him to catch me wetting one of his pretty pink diapers. I needed him to spank me for being a naughty girl and stealing from him. I’d watched the videos in his secret room. I know how good the doctor is at punishing bad girls.
Chapter 3
With our usual swiftness, we undressed ourselves. We stripped off our college girl skin tight skinny jeans and cropped t-shirts that exposed our mid-drifts. We put on the uniforms of professional cleaning ladies. The naughty part of me wished we could wear sexy black and white French maid costumes. But, our working attire was significantly less hot. Our baggy light pink uniforms that covered every scrap of skin from neck to ankle looked more like prison jumpsuits or onesies than something a sexy maid would wear.
The two of us worked hard dusting, vacuuming and sanitizing the surfaces in each of the medical offices. It was physically exhausting work, but Sissy and I did it together to make the time fly past faster. In a way it was fun because we would rock out to loud music and take dance breaks whenever we wanted to. We had the entire weekend to finish the job. The building was closed until Monday morning so no one would bother us while we worked. Also, all the offices were pretty much already clean. We just made them sparkle.
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